Oh. It’s already here. The last day of their first year at school. I know it’s technically MDUMC Weekday School’s MDO program, since they were only 23 months when they started, but it’s still school. Our first last day of school. And I’m a little nostalgic. I can’t help but reflect on how far we’ve come in a year.
They had a handful of words last August. Now they’re speaking in sentences.
They ate in high chairs last August and drank sippy cups. Now they sit in big chairs and can drink from big kid cups.
They were in cribs, safely, last August. Now, well, they’re in and out of cribs and/or big kid beds.
They were one. Now they’re two. They wore 2T clothes, now they’re in 3T clothes. They were learning colors and letters and numbers. Now they know them. They were each other’s sole friends, now they also have school friends and playdate friends.
Look at these beauties. This was their first first day last August:
This is their first last day this May (top photo is today, the others are yesterday’s attempt at recreating our August shot):
Thank you God. There are days when I am overwhelmed at the miracles you have entrusted to us. Today is one of those days.